There is a small stream beside the lotus pond,
The leaves are close to each other side by side,
The mountains are rolling up and down,
at a glance,
t wind,
A slight cool breeze moves slowly,
like a paradise on earth,
Pieces of green in different shades,
You can also clearly distinguish the toothed tree shadows and the abrupt rocks...
But it is ice muscle and jade bone, fresh and dusty,
Like patches of green misty ocean,
Quietly drains on this whole leaf,'
The trees near and far surround the lotus pond,
The sound of rushing water is clear and pleasant,
Beneath the dense leaves is a babbling stream of water,
Showing a winding mountain scene,
Naughty blowing little bubble
It is imagined as a woman who came out of an ancient ink painting,
Underwater small fish swaying gracefully,
There are wisps of fragrance flowing,
As if singing the symphony of spring,
looming, smoky,
full of connected dense green leaves,
It seems like a slim lady' s skirt is swaying,
The spring breeze blows slowly,
The houses in the distance are misty and smoky,
The moonlight on the lotus pond is like flowing water,
like a mirage,
A frown and a smile are all soul-stirring,
The dim moonlight shone through the tree cracks,
Music water dance in the fountain,
With a touch of sadness, neither charming nor glamorous,
The stream is microwaved and crystal clear,
zigzag lotus pond,